Chapter 32 Open Wider
ZADE
"Indie?" I said softly when I saw how dazed she suddenly looked.
Her voice was breathless, absentminded from the orgasm I'd just wrung out of her with my fingers in her dripping pussy.
But there was something off in her eyes, a desperation that had nothing to do with lust. She was shaking, not just from the aftershocks, but from something deeper.
Fear. I could smell it on her, under the sweet musk of her arousal.
"Will you please fuck me already, Zade?" She said with a shaky voice, those words making my cock twitch.
But I wasn't about to give in without knowing what storm was raging in that beautiful head of hers.
"Bunny," I said, my voice low as I tucked her against my chest, her legs still trembling around me. "What's this really about? You're scared. I can feel it through the bond. Let me check that mark first. It could be poison or a curse—something Varak left to fuck with us."
She shook her head frantically, her nails digging into my shoulders. "No. No, Zade. I don't want to think about that. I don't want to feel it. Please. Just fuck me. Fuck me so hard I won't be able to feel anything else. I need your cock to fix me. Make me forget. Please."
Her eyes were wide and pleading, tears already glistening at the corners.
My strong little bunny was breaking, and it tore at something inside me. But I was curious as hell, too. What was she hiding? What had that mark done to her mind?
But the way she begged, her voice cracking, hit me like a gut punch. She needed this. Needed me to obliterate whatever was eating her alive.
"Alright, Bunny. I'll give you what you need. I'll fuck you until you're numb, until the only thing you feel is my cock owning every inch of this perfect body."
She whimpered, nodding eagerly, and I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom.
The door slammed shut behind us with a kick of my boot. I gently lay her onto the bed, watching her scramble to take off her panties along with her pants. Her glistening pussy was exposed now, still swollen and dripping from my fingers.
She wiped at her cheeks quickly, but I saw the tears slipping down. My chest tightened. Whatever was scaring her, I'd fuck it out of her until she was sobbing my name instead.
"Strip," I ordered, loosening my belt as I stalked towards the bed. "Show me what's mine."
Her hands shook as she peeled off the sweater and her bra, baring her full, perfect tits, her nipples hard and begging. She spread her legs without me asking, her clit throbbing visibly.
"Please, Zade. I need it rough. Ruin me."
I shed my clothes quickly, stroking the thick length of my cock as I climbed over her, the head already leaking pre-cum. "You want rough, Bunny? I'll give you rough. I'll fuck this greedy cunt until it's raw, until you're squirting all over my cock and begging me to stop. But I won't. Not until you're a sobbing, ruined mess."
She arched up, grabbing my shaft and guiding it to her entrance. "Yes—fuck—please—"
I slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust, her scream echoing off the walls. She was so wet, so tight, her walls clenching like a vice around me. I didn't give her time to adjust. I pulled back and pounded in again, setting a punishing rhythm, my balls slapping against her ass with every drive.
"Fuck, look at you taking it," I growled, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "This pussy was made for my cock, Bunny. Feel how deep I am? Stretching you wide, filling you up like the dirty little slut you are for me."
She sobbed, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Harder—Zade—harder—make it hurt—"
I obliged, angling my hips to hit that spot deep inside, grinding my pubic bone against her clit on every slam. Her first orgasm hit like a hurricane, her pussy gushing around me, squirting hot and messy as she screamed my name, her body convulsing.
"That's one," I rasped, not slowing down. "Give me another, Bunny. Squirt all over my cock like the good girl you are. Show me how much this cunt loves being ruined."
She came again almost immediately, her juices soaking the sheets, her walls milking me so hard I nearly lost it. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs turning into pleas. "Too much—Zade—oh god—can't—"
"You can," I snarled, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up. I plunged back in from behind, deeper and harder, my hand fisting her hair to arch her back. "Take it, Bunny. Take every fucking inch. This pussy is mine to break."
She shattered a third time, squirting again, her body shaking brutally, her screams muffled into the pillow. I kept pounding, dirty words spilling from my lips.
"Such a filthy little hole, clenching so tight. Gonna fill you with my cum, Bunny. Breed this pussy until it's dripping."
Her fourth orgasm hit with a wail, her squirting soaking my balls, her walls fluttering endlessly. She was sobbing now, her body limp but still pushing back for more.
"One more," I demanded, pulling out and flipping her onto her back. I spread her legs wide, hooking them over my shoulders, and thrust back in, bottoming out. "Come for me again, Bunny. Squirt all over my cock while I paint your insides white."
She broke completely, her fifth climax crashing over her with a scream that echoed, squirting in hot gushes as I buried deep and came, ropes of cum shooting inside her, filling her up until it leaked out around my cock.
She passed out mid-sob, her body going limp, tears drying on her cheeks.
I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy, and gathered her into my arms, pressing kisses to her forehead. "Sleep, Bunny. I've got you."
But as she slept, I couldn't help but wonder, what the hell was she so scared of? And why did she need me to fuck the fear out of her like that?
...
The holding cell smelled like damp stone, iron, and the faint copper tang of fear-sweat. Enid was chained to the far wall, her wrists above her head. Her crimson robe was torn at the shoulder where Mason had dragged her. Her throat was still raw and blistered from Indie's flames. She looked smaller like this. Almost pitiful.
Almost.
I walk inside alone, letting the heavy door clang shut behind me. No guards. Or witnesses. Just the two of us and the low hum of the single overhead bulb.
She lifted her chin the second she saw me. She tried to act defiant but failed. Her pupils were dilated, her pulse hammering at the base of her throat. She was terrified, and I could smell it.
I didn't speak at first. I only leaned one shoulder against the wall opposite her, my arms folded, and watched.
Eventually her composure cracked.
"You're wasting time," she rasped, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. "Varak's already moving. You feel it, don't you? The rot is spreading faster since she touched you. She's weakening you, Zade. Draining your strength to feed her little flame. If you want to survive him—if you want to win—you have to cut the dead weight."
I tilted my head.
"Dead weight," I echoed softly.
She licked her cracked lips. "Indigo. Your precious Bunny. She's soft and emotional. She'll hesitate. She'll cry. She'll beg you to spare lives when Varak won't. He'll use that against you. He'll use her, and when he does, you'll falter. You always falter for her."
A slow, cold smile curled my mouth.
I pushed off the wall and closed the distance in three unhurried steps.
She flinched but didn't look away.
I stopped inches from her. Then I reached out with two fingers and gripped her chin, forcing her mouth open.
Her breath hitched. Her gaze lit up with a trace of heat and hunger. She thought she still had a card to play. That sultry look she used to weaponize against lesser men. The one that said she could still seduce her way out of this.
Pathetic.
I stroked the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, slow and gentle. Like a lover would. As though I was about to slide my cock between those painted lips and let her worship me.
Her pupils dilated further. A shaky exhale ghosted over my skin.
"Open wider," I murmured softly. "Show me your tongue, Enid. Nice and slow."
Her breathing quickened. She hesitated only for a second. Then she complied. Her tongue slid out, pink and trembling, laying flat over her lower lip like an offering.
I smiled.
Then I let a black claw extend from my index finger.
Her eyes widened.
I dragged the razor-sharp tip down the centre of her tongue, splitting the soft muscle in clean lines. Blood welled instantly, oozing over her lips and down her chin.
She screamed.
The sound was wet, gurgling, choked with blood and panic. Her body jerked against the chains, her wrists yanking.
I didn't stop.
I pressed harder, carving a second slash perpendicular to the first, opening her tongue like a ruined flower. Blood gushed in hot pulses, soaking the front of her robe and dripping onto the floor between us.
She thrashed, her head whipping side to side, tears mixing with the crimson running down her face.
Muffled, desperate sounds bubbled out. Pleas, maybe. Or threats. I didn't care enough to listen.
I leaned in until my mouth was at her ear, close enough that my breath stirred the strands of hair stuck to her bloody cheek.
"I warned you," I whispered, soft as a lover's promise. "I told you what would happen if you ever spoke her name again."
Her body convulsed again, and I released her chin.
She slumped forward, held up only by the chains, blood dripping steadily from her ruined mouth.
I stepped back, wiping my claw clean on her robe.
"Next time," I said calmly, "I’ll take the whole thing."